Chapter 455 (1/2)
Zhu Cong is like a sleepwalker, wandering in the street.
He felt a little cold, and suddenly found that he had gone to the field.
”Where am I? Where is it? ”
Zhu Cong takes out his mobile phone and makes an alarm call.
Half an hour later, a police car arrived and took him home.
Zhu Cong didn't say anything to the police, because it's useless to say anything. Even if he did, who would believe it.
Everyone will think that Zhu Cong played with women.
Zhu Cong had a high fever. He kept talking nonsense: ”I didn't play with women, I really didn't...”
Zhu Cong's parents were frightened, and they called the neighbors and sent Zhu Cong to the hospital.
He had a bad cold, and the doctor hung him a bottle of anti-inflammatory water.
Zhu Cong is taking a drip in the emergency room when his mobile phone rings.
It's the deputy curator.
”Zhu Cong, where have you been? Why didn't you come to work today? I ask you, ”have you finished the script for disaster relief?”
”Curator, I'm sick. I'm hanging water in the hospital.”
”Zhu Cong, you are so lazy and sick. Even if you are sick, you should not be hurt lightly. You are a young man who has a slight illness and lies in the hospital. What do you say?”
Zhu Cong is full of grievances, but who can he tell?
”Curator, I'll come to work in the afternoon. The first draft of the disaster relief script has been finished. I'll revise it again this afternoon, and I'll give it to you before work.”
”OK, I'll be waiting for you in my office at five o'clock, and then I'll see the revised script.”
More than 12 o'clock at noon, finally finished hanging a bottle of water.
Although the fever hasn't abated, the temperature has dropped to 38 degrees.
”Mom and Dad, I have to go to class. I have a script to revise.”
Zhu Cong dragged his sick body and rode an electric car to the cultural center.
In a daze, he revised the script and delivered it to the deputy curator's office before five o'clock.
The deputy curator asked coldly, ”are you well?”
”It's almost ready.”
The deputy curator took the script and read it carefully.
He tapped on the table with his fingers and said discontentedly, ”Xiao Zhu, you have been in the Cultural Center for several years. Why don't you make any progress? You see, every time you write a play, it's so dirty and sloppy. It's just inferior. How can such a play be staged? ”
”Curator, if you give more comments, I'll revise it.”
”Ah! Xiao Zhu, you are too muddy to support the wall. In my opinion, you are not suitable to stay in the cultural center. ”
According to the tone of the deputy curator, it seems that Zhu Cong will be fired.
Zhu Cong is a contract worker and has signed a contract for five years. This year is the fourth year.
That is to say, Zhu Cong can only work in the Cultural Center for another year, and he will have to pack up and go.
”Curator, I'll try.”
”Ah! It's not a matter of hard work. It takes talent to write scripts, but I don't think you have this talent. Since you don't have diamond, don't get porcelain work. ”
The deputy curator is determined to fire Zhu Cong.
”Xiaozhu, I'll let others change the script. Maybe it's not worth changing.”
Zhu Cong walked out of the deputy director's office in frustration. Now, he has fallen into a desperate situation.